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She handed him the pretzel. A current of hatred still ran through her. She had to be cordial. But what did he expect? Once they had been in love, not she could barely look at him. She wished she didn't have to continue this charade.
They all sat staring my way. They were the crew. Nothing else mattered but their reputation, their actions defining them. I wondered if I could ever be like them, one of them.
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